Hurting body

One last post before I run away to work.

Last Sunday, I saw our teaching pastor waiting for the music to cease so that he could begin his sermon. What I saw stabbed me to the core: a tired man, on the verge of tears, ravaged by the criticism and attacks on our church for even considering a bylaw change that would make all the SBC leadership unhappy. I felt his pain all the way to the marrow in my bones. When one part of the body suffers, the other members feel it too.

KJ